Lil $tunt - High Fashion Lyrics

(Ain't no fairy tale, I'm gon' leave your ass ending)
(O.G. status with the pictures she sending)
(Room keep spinning, I been spinning)
(Cold as winter, mama ain't raise no quitter)
(One-point-oh hitter, caught up in the twister)
(I ain't talking ball, I has been the victor)
(They call me mister, service, I'm a vet)
(Calling me for a tech, gotta throw me out the game)
Throw out the game, I ain't play with no lames
Why God invented lanes, f*cking stay to your own
Spend the day off the phone, illicit conversations
I need a confirmation, making preparations
Smoking before I gotta turn in to court
Think what's most important that I'm leaving the court
My people needing more, finna take 'em on a tour
I'm a world star, put my foot through the door
Pressure made a diamond, why I'm goddamn shining
Golden lining, call they ass sterling
Chain under me swinging, tides keep changing
Running out of patience quickly, f*cking up my cadence
Make no acquaintance if I'm feeling that shit
Keeping up surveillance for the f*cked up occasions
F*ck your donations, ain't that type of foundation
American Psycho, finna call my ass Bateman
(Pressure made a diamond, why I'm goddamn shining)
(Golden lining, call they ass sterling)
(Chain under me swinging, tides keep changing)
(Running out of patience quickly, f*cking up my cadence)
(Make no acquaintance if I'm feeling that shit)
(Keeping up surveillance for the f*cked up occasions)
(F*ck your donations, ain't that type of foundation)
(American Psycho, finna call my ass Bateman)
Fly as shit, take a flick of the wrist
I'ma leave em hella pissed like they on the naughty list
I insist that f*ckers don't know what they doing
Bullshit that they is spewing, all I hear is they loose lips
Lose it, or you finna get it lost
I been stirring the pot, all they serving up is rot
Oh, my God, who'd have thought that I'm rolling off a lot
You is not on the top, f*cking hoes and tying knots
That is not it, I'ma leave your stomach knotted
I done got it off the muscle, do it again
Flexing the hustle and I'll do it again
You flexing off your Benz but you ain't flexing no friends
Lose it, or you finna get it lost
I been stirring the pot, all they serving up is rot
Oh, my God, who'd have thought that I'm rolling off a lot
You is not on the top, f*cking hoes and tying knots
Not it, nah, you is not it
Popping like squatter, swatting these flies
They been buzzing around me, ain't keep none of you around me
Eating real good, so they always around me
I'm only smoking P's, I ain't smoking no boof
Tall ass boy so we raising the roof, yeah
Raising up the roof, I'm sticking to my truths
I'ma knock 'em out they boots, yeah I'm sticking to my roots
Pressure made a diamond, why I'm goddamn shining
Golden lining, call they ass sterling
Chain under me swinging, tides keep changing
Running out of patience quickly, f*cking up my cadence
Make no acquaintance if I'm feeling that shit
Keeping up surveillance for the f*cked up occasions
F*ck your donations, ain't that type of foundation
American Psycho, finna call my ass Bateman
Fly as shit, take a flick of the wrist
I'ma leave em hella pissed like they on the naughty list
I insist that f*ckers don't know what they doing
Bullshit that they is spewing, all I hear is they loose lips
(Lose it, or you finna get it lost)
(I been stirring the pot, all they serving up is rot)
(Oh, my God, who'd have thought that I'm rolling off a lot)
(You is not on the top, f*cking hoes and tying knots)
(That is not it, I'ma leave your stomach knotted)
(I done got it off the muscle, do it again)
(Flexing the hustle and I'll do it again)
(You flexing off your Benz but you ain't flexing)